I Miss You

I miss you in the morning
When the day is first begun –
Your face is present everywhere
And brighter than the sun.

I miss you so at lunchtime
When the lively birdies sing –
Though heaven feels disposed to shine,
One heart is suffering.

I miss you all the afternoon
When life must still go on –
Ah, what a trial, every hour...
How slowly they are gone!

Yet when the evening time has come,
The sun is sinking low
And there's a yearning in my heart
I'm hard put not to show.

For though I see you through the day
In many things around,
At twilight I am sadly still:
I have no sight or sound.

No recollection of the past
To keep the present bright –
Oh, dear! I miss you all the day
And terribly at night.

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